Hamlet

My second trip to the morgue this week

another friend lost to the dream of sleep

perchance we dream when we're awake

and the true sleep holds us in our later day

the world keeps growing, yet we stay the same

more and more people paid to slave away

inside you feel the need to save the day

instead you get high and try to stay awake

you feel the sleep coming and you fear the dream

you're a lit match falling into gasoline

explode into the boom, reborn in fantasy

to sleep perchance to dream